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Star Wars: A New Dawn (TheCorsair, Xanaphia)

Leia didn’t think she had an exhibitionist streak, but as Jarris exposed her body before the ballroom, she found she didn’t mind so much. She could feel the eyes on her, most with passing interest, not scandal. It was Zeltros, after all, and half the women present wore dresses that exposed far more. There was a spike of lust from Luke, and she could feel his building jealousy. She would make him far more jealous, before this night was over. Punish him, for paying more attention to Mara. Punish herself, for being unable to move past him.

“Let him watch,” She sighed, sagging into Jarris’ arms. Letting him grope her, as she pulled Kalin even closer. Seeking distraction in their touch, “You really want to fuck me right here?”

“Well, maybe not right here,” Kalin joked, pressed close to Leia so he could kiss Jarris over her shoulder. Hard bodies squeezed her in between them and hard cocks prodded her from both sides. “The ballroom floor isn’t the most comfortable surface to engage upon. But just through that door is a room with plenty of room and furniture. Plenty of places for us to explore each other, and sample all the pleasure Zeltros has to offer.”

Leia glanced that way. The sliding doors were open, and within she caught glimpses of crimson bodies. With her head turned, Jarris kissed her neck, and Leia let herself melt into the passion. “Yes, take me. In there.”


Mara wanted to be appalled by Luke’s assumption regarding her motivations, but she caught herself before she could protest. Why not let him think that? It sounded more reasonable than, I want to follow in my real father’s footsteps, and restore the legitimate authority of the Republic by becoming a Jedi. Let Luke come to his own conclusions, and perhaps she could use that to her benefit. No need to reveal her plans to him. Even if the desire emanating off him was intoxicating.

Luke’s wandering eye drew her attention, and she just caught a glimpse of Leia topless, before she was sandwiched between the two Zeltrons. A sight that was not helping her current situation. Not helping as she imagined herself with Luke in that position, his strong hands cupping a bare breast.

"I'm afraid I don't know the protocol on Zeltros, so... may I have the honor of this dance?"

“I…” It took a moment to gather her thoughts before she smiled and nodded, “Yes, I would enjoy that.”


Ahsoka was on edge. A concert of passion seemed to smother all the minds present. She blocked it away as much as possible, but still it seemed to permeate her skin and confuse decades of training and compliance. Everyone other Zeltron she was introduced to hit on her, even with their significant other’s on their arm. She didn’t judge them –it was not her place to make moral assessments– but it was so strange. Unnerving.

Beyond that, a there was a dark presence, cloying and suffocating. It was separate from the lust saturating the party. She glanced over to Luke again, who was now dancing with Mara. Was he the source of it? Wouldn’t Mara feel it? She didn’t want to believe Anakin’s son could hold such darkness within him. But she also didn’t want to believe Ani could have become the monster beneath Darth Vader’s mask. She sighed heavily. She couldn’t focus here. She needed to air, and perhaps even a place to meditate. The show Leia and her companions had drawn interest, and it was as good a time as any to slip away.



“It’s funny that this is our first-time dancing together,” Mara noted, gazing up into Luke’s eyes, “Given how many times we’ve booth been present at the same Imperial functions. Who know it would take us becoming enemies to bring us together like this.” She laughed at that, laughing as he spun her out and pulled her back into his arms. Not that she could forget that his father had killed her mother. Killed both of her parents, actually. But that had nothing to do with Luke.

Imperial events demanded decorum, propriety; the Zeltron dance required them in be in close contact. Close enough to feel his firm body pressed against hers. Close enough she could tell they’d fit together rather well. “Perhaps it’s true that war makes for strange bedfellows.”
 
"Becoming?" Luke laughed at the statement. "I have eyes and ears at court and in the bureaucracy, Princess, and I know you've wanted to kill my father for some time." Mara spun away from him in a swirl of sheer black lace and then came back into his arms, her body pressed tight against his. Unsurprisingly, even the tamest of Zeltron dances would have been a minor scandal on Coruscant. And this wasn't one of the tame ones. "I've assumed for years that we were enemies, simply because of blood."

She looked up at him with her expressive green eyes as his hands slid down her back and cupped her rear. They dipped, her back arching over his arm and one thigh wrapping around his waist for balance. In that pose, it was hard not to imagine her on her back in other situations. "Perhaps it's true that war makes for strange bedfellows," she mused as he pulled her back up against his chest.

"It does add a certain spice, doesn't it?" he agreed, unable to shake the idea of her as his bedfellow. Was that deliberate, on her part? Or was it the bleed-over from Leia's arousal, putting ideas in his head? And where was his sister, anyway? The question brought an unbidden image of Leia joining them in bed, and he pushed it away with all the discipline he could muster. "But, perhaps, there's no need for us to be strangers? Our goals have more in common than you might think."

He spun her again on the next step, pulling her back against his chest in imitation of the other dancers - he had no idea what any of the steps were, but he was a keen observer and a quick learner. Mara's arms slid up and backwards, wrapping around his neck as he gripped her hips. Against one wall stood the blue-skinned figure of Grand Admiral Thrawn, resplendent in his dress whites, talking animatedly with the Duchess of Elysium. Probably more interested in the music than the Duchess, he realized with a smile. But the sight was a reminder to be cautious. "But that might be a conversation to have in private," he whispered into her ear, enjoying the way her hair tickled his cheek.



"Take you, in there?" Kalin murmured, his crimson hands cupping Leia's creamy breasts. "It will be your pleasure, I assure you."

Jarris looked up from where he'd been sucking at Leia's throat, but didn't stop the slow roll of his hips against her silk-sheathed rear. "I thought the phrase was 'it will be my pleasure'?"

Kalin kissed Leia, his tongue silky in her mouth as he pressed it between her lips. "Oh, I believe there will be pleasure enough for all." Dipping a little, he lifted Leia in his arms. "I am quite certain of it, in fact."

The room beyond was occupied with Zeltrons in couples and groups, exploring one another in a variety of combinations. Kalin made his way towards a padded circular piece of furniture, like a round couch or large ottoman, and knelt on it. He didn't lower Leia to the soft surface, though. Instead he adjusted his arms so that her back arched, offering her breasts to the air. Lowering his head, he supported her as his tongue circled one peaked nipple. Jaris knelt by her head, fingers slowly stroking her throat as he kissed her. Then Kalin's lips wrapped around the nipple, sucking gently as Jaris' lips traced her jawline. "You are our guest," he murmured, kissing her once more. "What would give you the most pleasure?"
 
“What would give you the most pleasure?”

Luke. His name was on the tip of her tongue, but Leia swallowed it. She wanted to forget her shameful lust. Turning her attention to her handsome hosts, she reached for them both. “I want to fuck good and hard, until I can think of nothing else.” Soft fingers trailed over their firm figures. She got into Jarris’ pants first, fumbling at his belt and fly, while two sets of lips savored her skin. His kisses grew hungrier as she stroked him, encouraging her to go faster, harder.

“I would relish in your pleasure,” Kalin offered, a string of saliva connected from her nipple to his lips. “I would feast upon your desire.” Crimson lips covered the neglected nipple, swirling his hot tongue over the throbbing nub. His rhythm faltered as she finally got into his pants, stroking him at the same time as Jarris.

Kalin’s free hand began working lower, inching the silk dress over waist and hips, until it spilled onto the floor and Leia was clad in naught but thin panties. He lowered her onto the cushion now, pulling away from her divine touch. Leia whined wordlessly, before gasping as lips caressed her flat stomach. Jarris pulled her into another kiss, his tongue moving in time with her hand.

“Let passion consume you,” Kalin invited, crawling over Leia’s lower half, until he hovered over her thighs. Vermillion fingers were shocking against her fair skin as he hooked into her panties and pulled them over her lean legs, “Tonight, at least…”


"Perhaps, there's no need for us to be strangers? Our goals have more in common than you might think."

The invitation in those words set Mara’s heart aflutter and stomach coiling. Excitement glowed rosy on her skin, added to the flush of the dance. “And what goals might you share with a rebel traitor?” she teased, more than a little interested in his answer. Spun around again, back against his chest, she could feel his enthusiasm, in his grip upon her hips. Mirroring her own enthusiasm, as she leaned into him, arms wrapped around his neck. It felt so deliciously dirty to dance with him like this. Even if the other couples on the dance floor were far more provocative.

"But that might be a conversation to have in private." The words drifted along her skin and danced in her ear, tearing down whatever resistance she had left.

“Then, perhaps, we should retire to somewhere more private?” She offered, grinding her ass against him in a way that was not required by the dance. Without wait for him to answer, she grabbed his hand, pulling him from the ballroom and into the hall. The bedroom Sheila had offered her hasn’t too far off, and just before they entered, she turned toward Luke, with mischief in her eyes. And then she pulled him into the room, pressed against her.

“I am not sure what’s gotten into me,” she admitted, wearing a sheepish smile, “but I know what I want in me.” She kissed him at that, pulling him tight against her as her tongue slipped past his lips. He tasted of danger, and she wanted him more. Closing the door behind them with the force, she broke the kiss. She leaned into him, deep blue eyes tempting her against her better sense. “Well, what’s the saying? ‘While on Zeltros…’”
 
Kalin's fingers stroked over Leia's dripping lips before he brought them to his mouth, slowly sucking her taste from them. He paused for a moment to watch her, wrapped in Jaris' arms, her pale hand wrapped around his cock as she pleasured him. Smiling at the sight, Kalin slowly spread her open with his fingertips and watched the pink flesh within her slit glisten with her desire. Then, slowly, he pushed one finger into her folds - just to the first knuckle at first, enjoying the way she moaned as she swallowed the digit. But she was slick and hot, and he found himself buried in her depths in no time. "You taste magnificent," he murmured, lowering his mouth to her clit. "A feast for the senses."

As Kalin sucked and fingered her slit, Jaris' hand joined hers on his thick crimson meat. "Slowly," he whispered, setting a leisurely pace as both their hands moved up and down on his shaft. "Slowly, and squeeze. Unless you want to wear my cum, as proof of your pleasure." Leia gasped, although he couldn't be certain if it was from the words or from Kalin's attentions to her sex. "Would you like that?" he teased, sucking on her lip. "Your body, slick with my seed as we pleasure you? Would you let it dry on your skin, wear it as proof of your desire?"

He kissed her again, tasting her gasps as her hand tightened on his throbbing meat. "You said want to fuck good and hard," he whispered, pushing the precum-covered head of his dick against her taut stomach. "And you are our guest. How should we fuck you, the first time?"


While on Zeltros...

Luke hadn't really thought things would work out like this. Oh, sure, he'd thought of bedding the Princess with some interest. But that had been, he'd assumed, the end result of a lengthy pursuit. But... "While on Zeltros," he agreed, pulling her back against him. His hands slid over her silk-sheathed body, feeling the different textures as he trailed them over the sheer lace panels, more daring than he'd been when he danced. "What do you want in you?" he teased.

Twisting suddenly, he dragged her around and pushed her down onto the large bed that dominated the room. Then he climbed over her, straddling her and pinning her wrists to the yielding mattress beneath. "Because I know what I want in you," he added, shifting his grip so he could run the fingers of one hand along her throat and over one bare shoulder. They hooked in the fabric of her decolletage, skimming over her breast as he traced her skin. "You're wearing too much, Princess. Far too much."

His hand shifted as he leaned forward, cupping her breast as his weight pushed her deeper into the yielding mattress. He kissed her, lips still tasting faintly of the champagne he'd had earlier. "Should I tear it off you, I wonder?" His breath was hot on her face as he spoke, and his thumb circled the erect nipple he felt under the silk. "Tear it off you and simply have you, rough and hard? How, I wonder, does an Imperial Princess like to fuck?"
 
There was a momentary worry that Mara had pushed things too far. That Luke was merely being friendly and polite, and the desire and lust she felt in the ballroom from the other partygoers. That he hadn’t forgotten that they were enemies, on opposite sides of the conflict. But that concern faded as Luke pulled her against him, returning her kiss and her passion with his own. And then, a step further, throwing her down on the bed and threatening to tear her dress off. Mara shivered in thrill and anticipation.

“You have me at your mercy,” she exhaled, struggling just a bit against his grasp. More an excuse to feel his hard body pressed against hers than an escape attempt. “And I know how these Imperial interrogations go.” The words were playful, but they still brought back memories of what Leia had done to her. Refusing to let the past hold her back, she gazed up into Luke’s eyes, drowning in his cool blue irises. She put of the pretense of fighting once more, “I know I will give in, inevitably, but I cannot help but resist you, as long as possible.”


"Would you like that?" he teased, sucking on her lip. "Your body, slick with my seed as we pleasure you? Would you let it dry on your skin, wear it as proof of your desire?"

“Yes,” she moaned, arching her back as pleasure radiated through her. The thought of Luke seeing her like that, streaked with the passion of other men, excited her. She wanted him mad with jealousy, mad enough to disregard morality and take her. “I want it all over my body, marking me for each man who takes his pleasure from me. I doubt there is a man I would say no to tonight.” Even Luke, she realized. All it would take is a lingering look, and she’d be all his. And if not? Well, she’d fuck until she pushed him from her mind.

"And you are our guest. How should we fuck you, the first time?"

“I want…” A gasping moan cut off the words, with Kalin’s masterful tongue circling her clit. Speaking seemed impossible, so Leia instead pulled Jarris into a hungry kiss. Bliss danced along her nerves, Kalin giving her no respite from ecstasy, no matter how she writhed or trembled. Finally she broke away from Jarris, screaming out in wordless elation as rapture took her captive.

Coming down from the heights of bliss, Leia sunk into the cushion, smiling a giddy, thankful smile at Kalin and Jarris. “Fuck, I don’t care. I just want you both inside me.” Then she tugged, not hard, on Jarris’ cock, inviting him to position himself by her head so she could taste him. Swallowing him with the same enthusiasm Kalin had shown when he tasted her.
 
"Planning to submit already, Princess?" Luke teased, tugging at the dress. Fabric stretched as he pulled it down, barring her shoulders and even more if her breasts. His mouth was on hers again, hot and hungry as he ground his body against hers, his tongue plundering her mouth. "I'd hoped for more resistance, expected more resistance. More fire, from a woman who'd betray the Empire."

He shifted downwards, dragging the dress lower as his lips explored her throat. The fabric still stretched, gently pinning her elbows to her sides as he bared her upper body to his gaze. He drank in her curves, disturbingly aware that a small part if his mind was comparing her full breasts to the way he imagined Leia's would look, and he tried to drive the thought away by lowering his mouth to her flesh. Lips wrapped around one nipple before he bit, just hard enough to sting. Then he glanced up, blue eyes full of mischievousness and lust.

"Still no resistance, Princess?" he taunted. A gloved hand gripped the other breast, squeezing it. "I would think you'd fight harder..."



Jarris followed Leia's urging' shifting around to straddle her face. He leaned forward, flat stomach pressing against her chest as the crimson bulb of his head pressed against her lips. He sighed as she opened her mouth to take him, reveling in the feel of her slick tongue sliding over his shaft as he filled her mouth. The position gave him a vantage to watch Kalin, mouth and chin shining with Leia's orgasm, push up on he knees. "How does she tasted?"

Kalin gripped his thick cock, pressing the purple head against Leia's pale slit. He moaned aloud as he fed his meat into her, and Jarris watched hungrily as she stretched around his friend. "Delightful," Kalin groaned as her cunt swallowed his cock entirely. "But - ah! - not as good as she, she feels.". Kalin's hands gripped her hips for leverage and his dick - glossy with her fluids - slipped in and out of her slit as he drove himself into her with a wet slapping sound.

"Let... let me taste..." Jaris groaned, bracing himself in his forearms as he lowered his face until his breath was hot on her clit. He wat he'd closely for a moment, enjoying the sight. Then he ran his tongue over her slit, exploring the cock that filled it before tracing her lips back to her clit.
 
Originally, Mara had planned to let Luke fuck her hard, let him use her body for his pleasure, and then, once he was sated, turn his game back on him. Use his body for her bliss. But he seemed disappointed she didn’t fight back more, and she couldn’t –wouldn’t– stand for that. So one leg wrapped around his, caressing his calf with her bare foot, until she managed the momentum to roll them over.

Suddenly she was on top, his hand on one breast while his mouth was on the other. “Perhaps I was just biding my time, Luke.” She met his eyes while her hands tugged at his belt, tearing it loose of his pants. Gripping it with two hands, she trailed it along his cheek for a moment before pulling it away and taut, letting the sharp snap fill the room. Then she gripped his hands, flattening bare breasts against his chest as she bound his hands over his head with the belt.

Still pressed against him, she pushed a hungry kiss onto his lips. Hot breath drifted over his face as she pulled away to speak, “Or maybe I had really been looking forward to that rough fucking you had offered.” She came close again, as if she wanted another kiss, but instead pulling away when he went in for it. Laughing, she stood over him, slowly shimmying out of her tight dress. “But if you won’t take what you want, then I will.” With her black dress puddles around her feet, Mara straddled Luke.

“Now, what should I do to you?”



Leia moaned along Jarris’s length as Kalin slid into her. Fuck yes, this was just what she needed. Two thick cocks inside her, until no thoughts of Luke or Mara or anything else, could occupy her mind. Now all she could focus on was pleasure. Jarris’s, as she felt the faint echoes of her tongue on his shaft. Kalin’s, as her walls clenched while Jarris licked her clit. And her own, of course, with both sets of lips wrapped around dick.

Enthusiastic, Leia swallowed more of Jarris’ meat, taking all she could until her throat stretched around his head and balls tickled her nose. Likewise, Kalin pounded her to the hilt, stroking into her with long, deep strokes. Grabbing a handful of Jarris’s ass, Leia bobbed up and down his full length, matching Kalin’s rhythm inside her.
 
"What should you do to me?" Luke echoed playfully. In truth, he could think of any number of things he wanted her to do. She had felt amazing under him, after all, and the way her body had moved as she'd peeled away her dress had been intoxicating. But he was Sith, or very nearly so, and not accustomed to lying back and allowing anyone to take advantage of him. So he waited for her to lean forward once more, teasing him with the heat of her breath on his lips and the softness of her body pressing against his chest, and then acted. His hands were still bound by his belt, but he could still slip his forearms over her head and round her neck. Then he jerked, twisting his torso and rolling his hips, and suddenly and delightfully he was atop her once more.

Grinning in triumph at her shocked expression, he caught her lips with his and pushed his tongue into her mouth once more. Without willing it he ground his hard body against hers, mentally cursing the trousers that kept him from pushing his aching cock into her cunt as she rubbed against him. "Who ever said," he gasped, working at the belt with his fingers, "that you weren't going to get fucked rough and hard?" The belt came free and he twisted his fingers in her hair, holding her head in place as he plundered her mouth again. "Or that I won't take what I want?"

Releasing her hair, pinning her down with his weight, he gripped one slim wrist and wrapped his belt around it. "I'm going to have you at my mercy, Princess. All night." He groped for her other wrist, trying to catch it. "You're my prisoner, now."



"Ah, Dana," Jarris moaned into Leia's cunt as he sucked her clit. "Oh, fuck, yes..." The raven-haired offworlder was good with her lips and tongue, and he felt his cock hardening as she swallowed him. And the feeling of her hands gripping his ass, encouraging him to fuck her throat as she sucked him, was intense. His thighs flexed, driving himself into her mouth as his tongue worked over her slit and Kalin's cock. "Dana... I'm so close... AH!" Lost in the sensation he climaxed without warning, uttering a keening sound as his thick cock pulsed against her lips and emptied hot, salty semen into her mouth and throat.

Kalin dug his fingers in, pounding harder into Leia's tight slit. He normally could last longer, but Jarris' tongue added to the silky pressure of Leia's walls, edging him closer and closer to his own release. "Does... does he taste... taste good?" he asked, listening to Jarris' cry of release. Then Jarris rolled aside, lying next to Leia as his seed trickled from her mouth and dripped onto the mattris. Kalin leaned forward, his tongue filling Leia's mouth as he drove into her, tasting Jarris' cum in her as he drove himself into her. "Or... do you... taste better... on my... my lips?" he gasped, slipping his hands under her back to grip her shoulders as his hips flexed, driving his cock deep into her again.

He came with a wordless cry, throwing his head back as his pleasure peaked and hot semen flooded her cunt. Rocking his hips against hers he spent himself in her depths, gasping as he did. Other Zeltrons had gathered around, men and women both, applauding as he finished. Shaking a little, he stared down into her eyes. "Do you want to rest?" he whispered, sucking a droplet of cum from her lips. "Or shall they pleasure you as well, as our honored guest?"
 
Leia looked over the gathered crowd with smug satisfaction, find no shame in wearing two men’s pleasure on her skin. Oh, Let Luke see her now, or Mara, or both. Let them be jealous, jealous of the pleasure she had found, and ho neither could share it with her. But neither Luke nor Mara were in the room.

Reaching into the force, Leia knew Luke wasn’t far, and that he was with Mara. With her. Not a care or concern for her. Well, forget him! Forget both of them. A curvy, crimson-haired Zeltron lingered near, a close enough substitute for Mara and Leia pulled her close. Yanking her, very nearly, and pushing a rough kiss on her lips. Whore, fucking filthy whore! Mara would pay for stealing Luke from her. She’d pay dearly. Twisting fingers in the Zeltron’s hair, Leia forced her to her knees, just before her cunt.

“Lick me,” Leia demanded, carrying the command on the force.Not because she thought the woman wouldn’t, but because she wanted to bend the woman to her will. Needed that control right now, that domination. “And someone fuck her while she cleans me off.”



Mara gasped as Luke turned the tables on her, even more excited now than she believed possible. Ready to let him used her as he desired, and yet just as eager to take control back again. The violence in his kiss made her ache, almost painful, needy as she returned it.

He held one of her hands, needed both of his own to secure it with the belt. Her free hand tore at his shirt, fulfilling his threat of ripping her clothes off. She was working at his pants once he finally caught her hand holding her down under his firm body as he bound both hands together. Not that Mara didn’t struggle, thrashing about in a way that could possibly hurt him. Heavy breasts smacked against his chest and strong thigh fought and resisted his own. The only action she was careful of was kneeing him in the groin. She’d have need of that if she somehow managed to come out of this on top.

But there was no coming for her, not at Luke tied her to the headboard. The frame shook and thudded as she tested the binding, yanking with full, frustrated strength. He had her bound tight. “You better take what you can, for now, Imperial Scum! Because when I get free, I’ll be coming for you twice as hard!”
 
Sighing, the Zeltron shuddered with pleasure as Leia's command surged through her. She yielded to the iron grip in her red-black hair, letting her lips be forced against Leia's semen-beaded slit. The tip of her tongue trailed over the slick surface of Leia's folds, gathering the cum and teasingly brushing the skin. Gasping a little at the pull on her scalp, she angled her head up to let Leia see the sticky white traces left behind as she moistened her lips, then crouched down and drew her tongue along Leia's folds once more. When she heard Leia's next demand - “And someone fuck her while she cleans me off.” - she scooted so that her knees were pressing into the mattress so she could lift her pinkish-red rear into the air.

The someone who acted on Leia's second demand was a tall, broad Zeltron with deep red skin the color of fresh blood. He grinned as he moved behind the woman who was sucking on Leia's clit, teeth shockingly white against his ruby lips. "Like this?" he asked, gripping his thick crimson cock in his fist. The woman between Leia's thighs moaned long and low into her cum-filled pussy as he fed his thick meat into her cunt. "And how shall I fuck her?" he asked, gripping her hips to keep her from fucking herself on his meat. "Slow and deep, or shall I pound her into you as I take her?"



Luke laughed as Mara struggled against her bonds, shaking the headboard as she tugged and pulled. “You better take what you can, for now, Imperial Scum! Because when I get free, I’ll be coming for you twice as hard!”

"Oh, I will," he assured her, gripping her hips. "But I assure you, by the time I'm finished you'll be in no shape to do anything but beg for release." With that he twisted, forcing her to roll onto her stomach. His bare stomach pressed into her rear as he pushed her ass into the air, his cock and the layers of cloth that covered it grinding against her slit. Reaching forward with one hand, he gripped a fistfull of her red hair and pulled, forcing her to look back at him. Then he raised his free hand and brought it down on her ass with a loud crack.

"This is just beginning, Princess," he laughed, raising his hand and slapping her rear again. "But you can make it stop, at any time." He struck again, tugging on her hair as he did. "Just beg for mercy," he told her, slapping her reddening ass again. "Beg, like the Rebel filth you are." Another slap. "I will break you, after all. Make it easy on yourself, or it will be a lot harder later on."
 
Opalescent drops clung to the Zeltron’s lips and Leia smirked. Imagining Mara like that, on her knees licking cum from Leia’s slit. The Zeltron behind her morphed into Luke in Leia’s mind. Fuck, how she wanted to use that audacious bitch, share her with Luke until both of them used her up. “Pound her into me,” Leia purred, leaning back. The wet sound of a thick cock parting a tight slit made Leia even wetter, imagine taking her own turn riding that cock.

Eyes closed, she could see Luke with Mara. After a moment of jealousy, she watched Luke yank on Mara’s hair, smacking her ass with a vicious slap. She clenched from the vision, feeding her dark lust. Use her, she whispered along the force, sending it to both her brother and the Zeltron before her.


Mara hissed and cries with each harsh smack against her ass. Combined with the feel of his hard cock prodding her, she was incredibly aroused, craving Luke. The temptation to beg was strong, nearly slipping form her lips alongside her groans.

“I will never beg the…the…Empire…” She asserted, his strikes interrupting her words. She could swallow the words that wanted to beg him, but her body strained against his and her own bondage. That ass, even red and aching, grinded against his hardness. Hoping to tempt him, hoping he might lose himself in the desire she was already feeling. Another smack on her ass dispelled the hope.

Take control, her mind whispered. Use your strength, and take it from Luke, if he will not give it to you. That idea was also tempting, as tension built in her gut. Just hold him down and straddle that his manhood, take her own pleasure from his body. Fuck him until she was sated, whether he wanted it or not. Each slap made the voice stronger, louder, echoing in her mind like the clash of flesh on flesh in the room. Take it! Take him!

“Fuck me!” She growled, rubbing her ass against his abs again. “It’s what you Imperial bastards do best anyways, isn’t it? Take what you want then! Take it, but know I will have my revenge.”
 
Kaln watched Leia's pleasure build, concern threading through his arousal. He'd been trained as a Zedanadal, after all, augmenting his education with the scraps of lore his mother's offworld faylen had taught her and that she'd passed on to him. He'd felt the selfishness and fury that had laced and empowered her demand, as clearly as he'd discerned her unhealthy obsession with her sibling. Even now she was indulging those desires, rather than giving herself to the pleasures offered by her current partners. The pleasures flowing from the woman whose skilled tongue was exploring her, and from the man whose whose cock encouraged the pleasure of the woman. Something had to be done.

He smiled at that. Was not he a Knight of Dana?

Rolling onto his side, he pressed his lean, hard body against her flank. His crimson hand stroked over her sleek belly, fingers toying with her navel. As he did, he let his own arousal wash over her, caressing her perceptions and offering his desire to her as a gift. "No need for that," he purred, voice hot against her ear. "Delights are offered freely, Leia Skywalker..". He traced her earlobe with his tongue, gently scraping his nails over her ribs as he did. From between Leia's thighs the Zeltron woman moaned around Leia's clit, her pinkish fingers slipping in and out of Leia's dripping slit in time with the blood red cock driving into her cunt.

"We are not selfish here," he murmured, cupping a breast and stroking the nipple with his thumb. His cock, erect once more and still sticky with her juices, pressed against her hip. "Why try to force what will be given freely, and gladly?"



"Revenge?" Luke smiled, the word mocking. He wasn't certain if he was playing or not, right now. But he could sense Mara's arousal pouring off her at his treatment of her, mingled with Leia's voice demanding that he use her, and it made his dick feel like an iron rod in his pants. "I think not, Princess," he laughed, striking her ass once more. "I think I will use you, again and again, however and whenever I wish.". He pulled on her long hair, forcing her body to Arch and her wrists to strain against the belt that bound them.

Easing the tension, he used his free hand to undo his trousers. A sigh of relief escaped him as his cock, hard and aching from imprisonment, erupted out to push against her thigh. "Whenever and wherever I wish," he repeated, feeling his head slip over her slick lips. "On your knees before the whole Imperial Court if I wish. Does the thought excite you, sucking this dick before the Court?". He pressed his head against her clit, groaning as her juices coated him. "it will. Because there will be no escape, Princess. Not from me."

He pushed into her, gasping at how wet she was. There was no resistance as he buried his length in slick heat, and then he groaned aloud as her walls gripped him. "Relax," he gasped out, trying to keep up the threats, or the game, or whatever it was that he was doing. "And maybe... you'll enjoy... this..."
 
Leia had wanted to wallow in jealousy and anger, wanted to let Luke’s fling with Mara empower her darkness, but Kalin’s tender caresses got in the way. Tempting her with passion and pleasure, sensations that were easy to get lost in. It was unnatural to relinquish control, against everything she’d been taught since a child, but Kalin made a very convincing case.

Withdrawing her mind from Luke’s, Leia pulled Kalin closer to her. She captured his lips in a kiss, opening her mind to those around her. Building ecstasy hit Leia hard until she was consumed in release. Whose, she couldn’t tell and didn’t bother to discern. Soon her own body responded (or perhaps it responded first?), clenching and fluttering around the fingers that filled her. The woman before leaned back into the Zeltron fucking her, craning her neck to get a kiss from him, her body milking his climax until it slid down her cerise thighs.

Still kissing Kalin, Leia pushed him on his back, straddling his body. “I need more of you,” she moaned, her wet pussy dripping against his hard cock, “I need more men inside me.” She sat up just long to sink down his cock, then leaned into him with her ass in the air. The cushions shifted as an unseen man kneeled behind her, the head of his cock collecting her pleasure before pushing slowly into her ass.


Fuck, Mara was already close, Luke’s teasing leaving her desperate. She nearly came when he pressed against her clit, and his smooth stroke into her wetness made her cry out.

"Relax, And maybe... you'll enjoy... this..."

“Oh, I am going to enjoy this,” Mara snarled, pushing her ass back against his abs, and taking his length deep within. “You think you have control, but I am going to show you just how wrong you are Luke. You will be mad for me before this night is over.”

Pushing back against each thrust, Mara mirrored Luke’s rhythm in her. Squeezing him as they pulled apart, just to slam back together again. Some of that was unintentional as her ass aching from his abuse, and there was a spike of pain each time that tenderness met his stomach. But she was aroused as hell and determined to make Luke feel the same way, for her. The wet slap of flesh in flesh filled the room, echoing the thudding of the headboard as Mara strained against her bondage.

“You like it, don’t you?” Mara moaned, head thrown back, “Like the feel of this cunt swallowing your cock? Tell me!”
 
"Then have more," Kalin invited, rolling as Leia pushed him back. She straddled him, and the feeling of her slick cunt swallowing his meat was as delicious as it had been the first time he'd fucked her. He pushed himself up on his elbows, cupping her breasts and tickling her nipples with his tongue. "How does that feel?" he whispered, breathing across the saliva he'd left behind. "How do I feel, filling you?"

“I need more men inside me," she groaned, leaning forward and claiming his lips with hers.

Kalin lifted his hips slightly, offering her more fully to the gathered watchers. "Let us honor her request," he said, gripping her hips and helping spread her ass open. The cushions shifted as the blood-red man knelt behind her, thick cock dripping with the pleasure of the woman he'd fucked into Leia. His dark hands ran over her back as he pressed the blunt head of his meat against her and pushed, slowly stretching the puckered bud around his girth. Kalin ran his hands over her body, nipping lightly at her throat. "Do you want more?" he murmured into her skin, enjoying the thick feel of the other man's cock through her walls. He moved his hips, slowly pumping his cock in and out of her, timing so that he was filling her as the other man withdrew. "Surely, two is not enough?"

As he spoke, two more Zeltron men climbed onto the cushions, kneeling before Leia's face. One man was heavy-set, all bulky muscle and a thick cock that jutted out like a tree branch. The other was sleek, smoothly-muscled and agile, his long shaft dripping with precum. Both scooted forward as Kalin nipped at the smooth skin in the valley between her breasts, each gently stroking their meat and offering it to her. "They offer themselves freely," Kalin whispered, letting his words travel along the nerves of her skin. "Take them as you wish."



"I'm asking the questions!" Luke managed, half-heartedly swatting her ass once more. "You... you fucking... tell... me!" It was hard to maintain the game right now, though, if game it was. Not with Mara fucking herself back on his cock, meeting him thrust for thrust. "Take it!" he barked, the words thick with lust. "Rebel... rebel... bitch!" Another half-hearted swat, more of a caress. "Take that, that thick... Imperial... cock..."

Fuck, he was close. But he was damned if he was going to climax first. So he leaned forward, his chest resting on her sweat-slick back, one hand still gripping her hair as he slammed into her. His teeth scraped over her shoulders, biting hard enough to leave little red teeth marks as his other hand slipped down her flank and over her belly. Damn, it was hot feeling those muscles flex as she slammed back into him. Hotter still to feel his fingers slipping over her cunt, stretch and filled with his dick. "Tell me, Princess," he growled, stroking her clit as he pounded his cock into her, fighting the desperate urge to orgasm. "Tell me... you want... want this... royal... cunt... full... dripping... with... with cum..."
 
Leia didn’t want to think anymore. Didn’t want her mind getting in the way of her pleasure, or the sensation of pleasure from those around her.

"Surely, two is not enough?"

“Not enough,” she agreed, reaching for the men who joined them on the cushion, cocks erect in offering. One hand wrapped around each man, stroking to the rhythm set by the men inside her, and she pulled the thicker one to her mouth first. His girth caused her cheeks to bulge as she swallowed, and saliva dripped down his shaft. After bobbing down him twice, she switched to the other man, slaving him with her spit as well, taking his slender cock more easily into her throat.

Leia rolled her hips back against the men beneath and behind her, enjoying how each stretched her, and the friction of their opposing motions. Hands were all over her, along her back and over her breasts, caressing thighs and ass and brushing through her hair. A multitude of touches, impossible to know whose hands were where and difficult to care. All she wanted was to lose herself to the euphoria, her body a vessel of nirvana she relished in sharing.

After alternating with both men before her, Leia contented herself with opening her mouth as wide as possible, letting both use her as they desired. Fitting both heads between her drooling lips while her tongue tasted both. Savoring both men, until sudden rapture burst in her body and mind, feeling the man in her ass flood her body with his climax. Rippling and reflecting upon her nerves until it brought about her climax. More seed spurt into her cunt and splattered across her face and breast, painting her a goddess of passion.


“Give it…to me!” Mara grunted back, feeling her control slip. Fuck, Luke felt so good inside her, even these harsh, punishing strokes were driving her wild. And she could feel his control slipping as well, that realization hotter than anything else in the moment. “Give me that…that...thick…cock!”

Luke responded by wrapping his body around hers, teeth sharp on her shoulders. Close as they were, she could feel the pounding of his heart, beating in time to his pace within her, pumping her to the rhythm set by the blood pumping his body and cock.

"Tell me, Princess," he growled, stroking her clit as he pounded his cock into her, fighting the desperate urge to orgasm. "Tell me... you want... want this... royal... cunt... full... dripping... with... with cum..."

“Yes!” she screamed, surrendering herself to orgasm. “Yes, fuck, fill me! Fuck that cum into me! Deep in this dripping pussy!” Even as smooth muscles squeezed him, Luke didn’t stop. Refused to stop, dragging out her bliss until her eyes waters and she was left moaning incoherently.
 
Kalin cried out as Leia's pleasure leaked out - no, erupted out - as she climaxed. He'd listened to his mother and her faylen describe what it had been like to bed a Jedi, but he'd never believed the stories. Not until this moment, as her orgasm raged like a wildfire. The other men attending to her climaxed with her, their instinctive empathy absorbing and feeding back what she felt until they were helpless before her desire. He could have resisted, he knew. After all, he was well trained in the mental and physical disciplines of his calling. But, he sensed that - in this moment, at least - she had abandoned her desire for her brother. And so he gave himself over to the sensation, flooding her cunt with his pleasure a second time.

He stared up at her, wide-eyed and hungry, hands slipping and sliding over pale breasts made slick with cum. Around them he could sense as well as see others gathering, men and women both, drawn by desire for the woman who rode him. "Are you done?" he murmured, damp fingers tracing a sticky line of cum on her cheek as he turned her head to look at them. "They would pay homage to you, seek pleasure in you and bring pleasure to you in turn. You need but say the word, Leia. Say the word, and they will leave you or join you as you desire."



Luke bit his lip, fighting the urge to climax. Fighting the sensations of the building orgasm he was absorbing from Mara, and the feel of her silky muscles clenched around his dick as he drove into her again and again. Erotic filth dripped from her lips and he encouraged it, pinching and then stroking her clit as he bit and kissed her shoulder and neck. His whole body moved with each thrust, nearly driving his head and hers into the headboard as he tried to push deeper. Tried to feel more of his length cradled and gripped by her. "Mara," he grunted, unable to think of anything but her name at that moment. "Mara." Barely able to think at all, as her words slurred and melted into lust-filled moans. "Fuck... Mara... fuck..."

His orgasm, even though he knew it was coming, was a surprise. He roared in pleasure, fingers slipping from her clit and hair to brace on the mattress and headboard as he slammed his body into hers one last time. Incoherent groans and gasps filled the air in time with his thrusts as he spent himself, feeling his cum stream into her in thick spurts, his hips grinding into her ass in a desperate attempt to fill her deeper. Finally, spent, he slumped against her back. "Damn," he gasped, gently tasting the beads of sweat on her neck as his softening cock pulsed gently against her walls. "That... fuck. Oh, fuck."
 
Once she released the belt that bound her wrists, Mara let herself slump over to her side, bringing Luke down beside her. Content to rest in his arms for a few moments, she enjoyed the afterglow.

Two months ago, she wouldn’t have imagined this was possible, for her to end up in bed with Luke, and they were both imperials then. But everything had changed in a short span of time and nothing in her life was certain anymore. Moving Luke from the “enemy” category into the “potential lover” category was a pleasant consequence of it all.

Still, far from tired, she rolled over to face him. Bare breasts pressed into his chest as she propped herself up, meeting his cool blue eyes with her own look of satisfaction.

“So, you said that our goals might align. I am curious as to what goals a rebel traitor and an imperial agent might have in common,” she mused, tracing fingers along his sweat-slick skin. Chuckling, she pressed a quick, playful kiss to his lips, “Or was it just an excuse to get me alone and in bed?”



Drenched in cum, Leia laughed as Kalin offered her more pleasure. Could she really handle anymore? Perhaps it would be fun to find out. Enjoyable, at least, and certainly more enjoyable than stewing in her jealousy and bitterness.

“More…always more…until I can no longer move…” Leia sighed, humming in her closed mouth as a pair of pink-skinned beauties sat beside her, kissing and caressing her skin.

“Spoken like a true Zeltron,” one giggled, pulling her into a kiss that tasted of countless climaxes. Just as Kalin promised, her night was filled with endless pleasure, countless orgasms draining the last her rage this evening. She couldn’t have said or cared how much more had her that evening. All the mattered as the smile plastered her cum-slick face as she finally nodded off.
 
"Getting you alone and in bed was a worthwhile goal," Luke replied, letting his hand rest on her bare hip as she kissed him. "But certainly not my only one." Shifting a little, he enjoyed the feel and sight of her bare breasts flattening on his chest. "Your father the Emperor gave me an additional assignment, one to pursue along with the negotiations to bring Zeltros into the Empire. He wants you to return home, and he dangled the prospect of an alliance between the Skywalker and Palpatine bloodlines before me to encourage me to return you."

Propping his head up with his free hand, he pulled his gaze away from her lovely breasts and met her green eyes with his blue ones. "Obviously, that got me thinking. Why would the Princess Mara rebel against her own father? I mean..." He shrugged. "My own mother was a vocal opponent of the increasing power of the Imperial Seat, right up until the Emperor dissolved the Senate - an amusing fact, given that my father is the Emperor's right-hand man. I was skeptical of her remarks, since I've known Emperor Palpatine since I was a small child. But then... I saw the Death Star."

His expression grew serious. "Leia said it was an abomination. A reckless machine, granting power to small men lacking the wisdom to use it." He clenched his fist, and crimson fires seemed to flicker in his blue eyes for a moment. "You know the power of the Dark Side, Princess. And you know that, to wield the Dark Side instead of being destroyed by it, you have to learn discipline and control. Tarkin... Tarking lacked those things. And the Emperor appointed him." He nodded slightly. "That's why you rebelled, isn't it? Because the Emperor, clearly, is losing his control. He is being consumed by the Dark Side, and being dominated by his impulses. He shouldn't need a machine like that to control the Empire."

Those blue eyes flickered around the room carefully, searching the corners and door. Then he pulled Mara close, his lips brushing against hers. But instead of kissing her, he spoke softly and urgently. "You don't need a machine like that to control the Empire, Princess. We wouldn't need it." He kissed her then, lingering over the act as his tongue explored her mouth. His thoughts, chill and dark and flavored with the growing lust he felt as his hands explored her naked body, touched hers. Empress Mara the First wouldn't need a Death Star. And your Rebels would flock to your banner, when you claimed the throne for yourself.
 
“The emperor charged you with bringing me back to him?” Mara repeated, anger simmering in her tone. “Offered you my hand if you were successful?” She really tried to push the thoughts away, to focus on his touches and his lips and the sweet offer of power carried on his words. But it wasn’t so easy, and sudden the deliciously sinful encounter just felt dirty.

“Was that why you seduced me? Why you wanted to get me in bed? Try me out before you settle into an arranged marriage? I am so glad you got my father’s permission to bed me!” Luke felt so good against her, so warm and firm, but still, she pushed him away. Angry now, because she was foolish enough to think there was something between them, something developing. But how could there be? He was in love with Leia, and she’d never measure up to the sister he couldn’t have. It was hard not to feel used.

“You should leave,” she snarled, covering her nudity in a sheet, unable to look at him. Unable, because she still burned for him, because fantasies of staring into his eyes as she rode him still played in her mind. “Clearly this was a mistake. Just…go.”
 
Luke blinked in surprise at Mara's sudden turn of anger. "What? No! That's not why I..."

But Mara was rolling off him now, wrapping up in a sheet and turning her back to him. It didn't quite have the effect she clearly wanted, because he could still make out her curves through the thin silk that stretched over her body. “You should leave,” she snarled.

"Mara!" He gripped her shoulder, her warmth electric through the silk. "That's not what..."

“Clearly this was a mistake," she snapped. "Just…go.”

"No," he replied. "Damnit, no!" He crawled out of the bed - a feat that took longer than expected, due to the 'bring a friend' attitude of the Zeltrons - and stormed around to the far side. "I did not seduce you just to... to 'try you out', damn it! If that was why I did it, do you think I'd be fool enough to tell you?" He glared down at her - or, at least, he tried. Really, it was hard to maintain a proper angry glare when you were getting hard looking at the sleek body of your bedmate and thinking of all the ways yet there were to pleasure yourself with her.

With a snarl, he crawled onto the bed as she rolled over once more and turned her back to him. The mattress shifted with his movements, making her bounce in a subtle but delightful way. "Listen to me," he growled, planting one arm on either side of her body, trapping her between them. "Would I have suggested what I did, if I was doing your father's bidding?" Empress Mara, he signaled through the Force. "Would I have?"

Damnit, he wanted her again. All that separated her from him was the thin silk of the sheet. He could feel every motion of her body on his skin, increasing his craving. Fuck, he wanted her again. Wanted to pull the sheet away and take her, feel her body beg him as he drove himself into her. Feel her orgasm milking him dry again. Letting that hunger for her radiate from his very being, gripped her chin and forced her head to turn, forced those flaming green eyes to stare up into his icy blue gaze. "I fucked you," he growled, "because I wanted you. Wanted you mad for me." His weight pressed down against her and he groaned at the feel of her twisting and moving beneath him. "Just like you wanted me, Princess - you wanted to fuck me, fuck yourself on me." One hand slipped between them, cupping and squeezing her firm breast through the thin silk, while the other twisted into her hair. "If it was a mistake Princess, it's one I'll make again and again tonight." His expression was feral, lust-filled and hungry. "Stop me. If you can."

Then he was grinding his cock against her, his tongue forcing itself between her lips as he kissed her with a fury and a desperate hunger.
 
Oh, there was no defense again Luke as his mouth covered and invaded hers. His scent invaded her senses, and his desire invaded her mind. Fuck, she wanted this, and she would have him. There was no choice in the matter.

Throwing Luke off her and onto his back, Mara rose over him. She ripped the sheet off her body, pushing him back down as he reached for her. Holding him down as she moved to straddle him, moved to take his hard cock between her cum soaked thighs. Fingered clasped over his wrists and held his hands above his head. Wearing naught by a smug smirk, Mara stared down at Luke as she sunk down his shaft.

Gripping Luke tight, Mara pressed him down into the mattress, driving herself deeper upon him. Bare breasts and hard nipples caressed his skin as she stole a hungry kiss from his lip. Hips moved, slowly at first, building her rhythm and pleasure upon him. “Fuck Luke,” She moaned, moving harder, faster, “You feel so good. I am mad for you.”

Releasing his wrists, Mara sat up, taking him deeper still, his thick head striking her far wall. Chasing ecstasy, her or his, it became hard to tell, she fucked Luke with her entire body, moving along his length with eager momentum. Fully erect, head thrown back, Mara succumbed to her lust, wanton abandon propelling her. Beyond the physical, the desire drifting from her mind, seeking and mingling and joining with him, craving his pleasure as much as she craved his cock.

“Luke!” His name filled the room, his cock filled her body and his bliss filled her mind. Or was it her bliss, transmitted along her nerves and the currents of the force? In the end, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was his name, the worshipful praise of rapture. “Luke…”
 
This wasn't quite what he'd intended, when he'd straddled her. The image of Mara beneath him, playing at fighting him off as he fucked her, had been strong. But she'd turned the tables, so to speak, throwing him onto his back and climbing atop him. He struggled against her grip as she pinned his wrists to the mattress, but the Princess fought back. Hard. And then her slick cunt was swallowing his cock, and the fight went out of him. Mostly, at least. You think I'll just submit, Empress? he snarled, letting her drink down the lust that filled his mind. You think I'll let you just use me, without a fight?

His arms and shoulders strained as he struggled against her grip, the muscles on his chest standing out in stark relief as her breasts caressed his skin. Her kiss was her answer, hungry and aggressive, claiming his mouth the way she'd claimed his cock. "Fuck, Luke," she moaned, driving herself harder on him, body sliding over his as she fucked him.

"You getting off on that?" he growled, straining to touch her, mouth and teeth grazing over her skin. "You getting off on fucking yourself on my thick dick? Using me like your own fucking toy?"

"You feel so good," she moaned, her thighs gripping his hips as she rode up and down his shaft.

"Then show me," he groaned, tongue trailing over her throat as she arched her back. "Fuck yourself on me. Show me, show me how an Empress fucks."

"I am mad for you," she growled, releasing his wrists and bracing her palms on his chest as she pushed herself up.

His hips arched to meet her as he felt his head strike her walls, sending a jolt of pleasure through him again and again as she arched her back and rode him hard. "Then take it," Luke growled, hands exploring her, enjoying the taste of the pleasure she radiated through the Force. "Take... this cock... the way... the way you... you want it..."

When she climaxed, he thought he was prepared. Thought that, since he'd just orgasmed not that long ago, he'd last longer. But the hungry movements of her body rapture sang through her and the pleasure that erupted out from her in a wave caught him up and carried her along. "Mara!" Her name joined with hers the way his body had joined with hers, mingling and mixing as his cry echoed from the walls and his pleasure flooded her body for the second time.
 
Mara braced against Luke’s shoulders as she recovered from her climax, still trembling as he filled her a second time, soaking her in his scent.

“I may have overreacted, just a bit,” Mara allowed, flashing a red-faced smile Luke’s way. “But as you have clearly discerned, I can no longer trust the Emperor, and that distrust made me misjudge your words.” Tracing invisible patterns over his damp chest, Mara considered how to address his offer. She clearly couldn’t tell him the truth about her father, or the truth about her plans to follow his example. But his offer was too good to reject outright, and having him as an in into the imperial court would be quite valuable. Plus the sex had been electric and she definitely wanted him again.

“If I had to be in an arranged marriage, you are the best option I could hope for. And I could certainly get used to being called Empress,” She whispered against his lips, indulging in his taste. Letting fantasies play in her mind, of taking up with Luke and reclaiming her birthright. Sure, she wasn’t actually related to that deceitful bastard, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t take his throne and reform the empire in her image. With Luke at her side, they’d be nearly unstoppable. Tempting, very tempting.

Shaking her head and forcing herself to return to the present, Mara let logic take over. “Still, it strikes me as strange he would want to unite us. After all, he has played us against each other all our lives. Does he no longer fear the threat of our combined strength? Or does he no longer care, knowing his time is nearly up?” Mara rolled off Luke now, staying close still. Craving that closeness, she leaned into him.

“Perhaps we can work together, to accomplish our mutual goals,” Mara suggested, keeping her intentions hidden in the force, “But I am not yet in a position where all the rebels would flock to my banner. That would take time and trust. With Tarkin’s demise, there is power vacuum in the Emperor’s inner circle. Another will seek to fill it, we must keep that balance of power unstable. That way, once I have sufficient support of the rebels, we will be in a good position to claim power.”
 
"I'm assuming that the offer of marriage was bait for me," Luke said, stretching a little as Mara nestled against him. "An attempt to use you to buy my loyalty - possibly away from my father." He stared up at the ceiling, using his free arm - the arm that wasn't nestled around Mara's shoulders - to pillow his head. "Following the destruction of the Death Star, my father has fallen out of your father's favor - Tarkin is dead, after all, and he supported Tarkin's stratagem of attaching a homing device to your escape ship as a way of flushing the rebels out.' Glanced sidelong at her. "What was that ship, anyway? It looked like a Corellian Engineering YT-series light freighter, but it managed to outfly and outfight my Rogues."

Content to lie back for the moment, he listened to Mara think out loud. “Perhaps we can work together, to accomplish our mutual goals.”

He smiled again. "Mutual goals. I like the sound of that. I sense a 'but' in your voice, though. Something you're trying to hide from me." Shifting a little, he rolled onto his side to look her in the eyes. "I can sense it."

“But I am not yet in a position where all the rebels would flock to my banner. That would take time and trust," she replied.

"Ah, I see. But you'll be equal to the task. You've certainly demonstrated that you can be..." He ran his palm over her hip, caressing the curves he found. "Persuasive."

She was still thinking out loud, though. "With Tarkin’s demise, there is power vacuum in the Emperor’s inner circle. Another will seek to fill it, we must keep that balance of power unstable. That way, once I have sufficient support of the rebels, we will be in a good position to claim power.”

"Instability." Luke thought of that. "I've no doubt that it will remain unstable for some time. My father, I suspect, will not tolerate challengers - and I can insinuate myself as well. Perhaps coordinate with him, in order to appear to be a rival. The son, seeking to supplant the father." He smiled at that, amused and predatory. "And if he sensed any betrayal on my part, it would serve to explain why he sensed that." His blue eyes grew thoughtful. "Meanwhile, I could feed you enough information about Imperial activities - particularly, those I oppose - to let you win victories that will encourage the rebels to follow you. You weaken my... no, our enemies in the Court, and strengthen my own at the same time." Running through the idea in his mind, he began to slowly nod. "Yes, I believe it could work."

Shifting again, he pressed his hand against her hip and rolled her onto her back, half-covering her with his own body. His lips found hers, hungry and demanding as he let his lust for power fuel into his lust for the woman in his bed. "We will be in a good position, then," he assured her, his thigh sliding between hers to stroke and press against her wet slit. "Then and now, Mara." His cock stirred to life once more as he kissed her again, hard and slick with their juices as it pressed against her hip, and he pinned one of her wrists to the bed with his hand. Moving again, now he was the one to rise up above her as he gripped her other wrist as well, and his hips moved as his thick shaft pressed into her folds once more. "Are you in the mood to be called an Empress now?" he asked, grinning at her as his hips rolled and pushed against hers. "Are you in the mood to be claimed, Empress?"
 
It was hardly surprising how quickly talk of politics and plotting turned back into passion. Inevitable, perhaps, as they lie naked in each other’s arms, wearing the fragrance of desire and ecstasy upon their skin. A symbolic gesture, perhaps, marking their secret alliance by joining in flesh, demonstrating the trust that was necessary to conspire together.

"Are you in the mood to be called an Empress now?" he asked, grinning at her as his hips rolled and pushed against hers. "Are you in the mood to be claimed, Empress?"

“Perhaps,” she answered, the word half moan as she shifted to spread herself wider for him. “Show me how you fuck your Empress. Show me how you claim your Empress for yourself.”

It took great effort to tear her wrist’s from Luke’s steel grasp, but Mara’s reward was to twine their fingers together, mimicking the twining of their bodies in lust. Her own grip tightening as his strokes, slow and deep, stretched her around him, until her finger grew white. There was a pleasant ache that accompanied his strokes, her body craving him past her own limits, wanting more than she could take.

Mara’s moans and sighs grew louder than the rhythmic whine of the mattress beneath. Interspersed with breathy rasps of “more” and “yes” and “fuck”, she sunk into the bliss of being with Luke. Under him and around him and against him. Consumed by need, driven by instinct, Mara moved against Luke. With and against his strokes, fluid friction escalating the pleasure between them.

“Luke…Luke!” His name became the only word on her lips, filling the room and her mind as he filled her body. Hips bridged to met his, to hold him closer, trembling under the rush of release until she found outlet in a savage kiss. Even still, nirvana surged from her, riding the currents of the force and her nerves simultaneously.

Finally, all that was left was a gasping shudder, “Luke…”
 
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